My Mama Calls Me Sweetie
I am one of many people across America who call their mom daily.
I have purposed in my heart not to let a day go by without hearing her beautiful voice.
Her hair grows whiter and her speech is soft and quiet.
Her laughter is like that of an angel. Her mind is sharp and that twinkle in her eye still flickers.
I call her, the phone rings and I hear that hesitation as she fumbles with the phone and then
Hello Sweetie, we talk and laugh and she says again bye Sweetie and I smile.
My mom is 86 she is as sweet as pie and spry as a whip. I love her beyond words.
Wonderful post, Angie. I've made it a point to stress to my grandchildren that they should really listen to the adults in their lives as their stories hold much wisdom and truth. Things that could be of use someday. I am the elder in my family here, grey hair and all. Not sure how wise I am but I try. Enjoy your Mother while she is with you. The ones we love are gone all too quickly.
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful this post is. I wish my mum called me sweetie sigh.
ReplyDeleteso emotional Angela! Wish I still had my Mom to call! Enjoy her always!! Beautiful painting...looks so yummy.
ReplyDeleteLovely painting and even sweeter words, Angela!
ReplyDeletethanks for sharing,
Faye
I love the light in here. It makes the pie slice look warm...good with ice cream
ReplyDelete...ahhhh....I loved your narration in this post. Your mom sounds like my Grandma B sounded. You brought back memories of her...
ReplyDeleteScrumptious painting and I loved your story, too. Thanks for commenting on my blog recently so that I could, in turn, discover yours!
ReplyDeleteVery delectable painting!
ReplyDeleteJanice Warriner
oilsbyjanice.blogspot.com
Cherish every moment of your wonderful mother.
ReplyDeleteMine is no longer with us in body,but like yours was such a beautiful person that her warmth lives on.
regards,Valerie.
Absolutely delectable!
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